But Arthur is a true friend and ally,
and I believe in his vision for a more just and peaceful kingdom.
From what I see, Camelot lives up to its reputation.
Where is the good king?
On the hunt--
no doubt chasing a boar through the brush as we speak.
Do your worst, knave.
I'd rather die than surrender.
Then you are an idiot.
You're not going to run me through.
We have something else in mind for you, Your Majesty.
I can't believe Marty and Mick are missing this.
Like, right? I mean, when's the next time
we're gonna get to feast in Camelot?
Hey, guys, check it out.
- That's Sir Galahad. - How do you know that?
Because he's sitting in the Siege Perilous.
- What? - Come on.
Some kind of historian you are.
Siege Perilous is a special seat
reserved for only the purest of knights.
I don't how many times I have to tell you--
there's a difference between legend and history.
I'm gonna go introduce myself.
Oh, is this seat taken?
It is now, my friend.
Apologies, you must get this all the time,
but I must tell you, I am a really big fan.
A fan. So you make wind?
No, no, no, no, no, um...
I mean, maybe after all this food.
No, what I mean is I'm a--
I'm a big admirer of yours.
You've heard tale of my exploits?
Since I was a wee lad.
It's hard to explain.
I am but a servant.
It is my honor
to serve the true inspiration of Camelot's glory...
King Arthur, for was it not he
who said that might must serve right,
lest it bloom into the cruel flower of tyranny?
Yet another reason I love him.
They sound the return of the king.
Arthur's captured the Black Knight.
Arthur, I was beginning to--
Sorry about the ruse,
but I figure it was the only way to get inside.
I see you've met my friend Arthur here.
Give us a smile, Arthur.
The king has left the building.
You don't get the reference? Ugh, pity.
Basically, your king now does anything I want him to do,
so if you don't want him to spill your blood all over this floor,
I suggest that you hand over your fragment of the Spear.
My patience is running short.
The fragment-- where is it?
As long as I live, you will never have it.
That might turn out to be shorter than you think.
Stand fast, or your king dies.
All I have to do is think it, and he slits his own throat.
Deliver the fragment to me by dawn,
or I'll come back with an army just as obedient as Arthur here.
Choice is yours--
Camelot... or the Spear.
Galahad, may you rest in peace,
where sorrow and pain are banished.
May the everlasting light of Camelot shine upon you.
How do you know this Black Knight?
His name's Damien Darhk.
He works with the speedster
who turned Rip Hunter against the JSA.
Well, Rip's not the only one under their control now.
That thing's dark magic has turned my king--
my own husband into my enemy.
- It's not his fault. - And yet I watched him
strike down Sir Galahad with my own eyes.
You have to believe that your husband can be saved,
or else he will be truly lost.
Unless we stop the Black Knight's army,
we may never find out.
My Queen, you must be strong.
With King Arthur missing, the Knights of the Round Table
will look to you to lead them.
The mantle of king is Arthur's.
Look, sometimes the mantle-- it just falls into your lap.
Trust me. I know that it's hard.
and you are a natural born commander.
I know you can do this.
You saw what they did to Arthur.
Imagine what they could do with an army of brainwashed knights.
- What are you suggesting? - The fragment of the Spear--
we need to get it out of the castle.
How can your team protect the Spear?
You couldn't even protect Dr. Mid-Nite.
- That's not fair. - I'm not going anywhere,
and neither is the fragment.
Fascinating. It seems to contain
some sort of sophisticated receiver.
Clearly it's the same technology I--
I-I found in Dr. Mid-Nite's lab.
-灰老头 你不是吧 -他真那么做了
- Grey, you didn't. - You bet he did.
Nicked it off the dead guy. Even I was impressed.
I was simply curious.
And it's a good thing I did.
These components appear to be a set,
perhaps functioning together as transmitter and receiver.
- Or commander and soldier. - Exactly.
The commander wears the transmitter,
sending orders via an electro-telepathic signal
to this receiver, worn by the soldier.
Well, anything with a signal can get hacked.
That is the hope, yes.
So all we need to is somehow
boost the brain power of whoever's wearing this.
Or find someone
with a preternaturally powerful brain.
You mean you?